She said that she was scared and said that mom and dad would get mad if they found out. I told her that i wont tell so she shouldn't.I remember sittin... there on my knees looking up at my sister and seeing her in her white cotton panties. This image is clearly where I have developed my fetish for panties. I remember how they looked on her body, how they fit perfectly on her. I placed my hands on the top of her panties and started to tug them down. she said that she was nervous and I told her. It'll be intense in the warm-up stage, waiting to go on. As people move around, I strip off, open my laptop, open pics of her from magazines and lay them out in front of me. I start caressing my balls and shaft looking at her pics. Maybe watch her on my laptop wearing rubber in that Will I Am video, or that tight corset in the Girls Aloud Don't Speak French video. Getting hard. Looking at the pics of the slut in Cannes of her wearing that low cut dress, showing off her huge rack.The pics and. Your job is to hold on for dear life. Understood?"He groaned a loud "mm-hmm" in acknowledgement, which morphed into another moan. I used my remote control to increase the power. He was pushing harder against the cup. Not many men have experienced this level of pleasure while wearing a pair of briefs. After a few more minutes, the computer cut the power entirely. He began thrashing, pumping his buttocks in the air. I knew exactly what he was doing – he was trying to rub his delicate glans. He pulls me down onto him, over and over, with him still sitting in the chair and me sitting on his lap. I think he’s getting close, that he’s going to come this way, but he pauses for a second, and says ‘my turn to be on top’. He pushes me backwards into the bed, still impaled on him. He grabs my wrists and holds them above my head, so tight that they start to go numb. In that position, he plunges into me, over and over, harder and harder. He gasps with each thrust as he fucks me, rougher than.